Chapter 76: Where do these people come from?
The surroundings were filled with carts, each piled high with bundles whose contents were unknown, parked silently beside them. Horses, unleashed, were grazing at the edge, their chewing sounds clearly audible in the pitch-black night.
Shen Sheng turned his back and peeked out from the gap in the bicycle frame. He saw his brothers warming themselves by the fire or chatting. No one noticed him and Wen Yu.
Then he turned back from between the carriages and replied, "The master's words were a bit rough, Madam Wen, please don't mind."
"I only untied your rope, not let you go." Shen Sheng said to Wen Yu as he reached into the bundle and groped for something. "How could you blame me?"
Wen Yu raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips in uncertainty. She didn't believe what Shen Sheng said. Whoever wanted to believe it was free to do so.
It was unknown what family the "boss" was in charge of and what kind of people he was doing. Today, he kidnapped a weak child and arrested her, without any reason. He just arrested people indiscriminately. In her opinion, all these things were clearly no different from robbery.
"call--"
Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief. However, Shen Sheng's words were not difficult to understand. She was just an irrelevant passerby and an insignificant hostage. Since Shen Sheng had the courage to untie her, he must have some influence in front of the scarred man and could be considered as "one of his own".
But before Wen Yu could finish thinking about it, she heard Shen Sheng chuckle softly, but it was not offensive.
"I know what you're thinking." He paused, and finally withdrew his hand from the bundle, holding something. "Here, you go."
Wen Yu took a closer look and found that he had fumbled for a long time and found a blanket.
It has a reddish-brown base with clustered patterns woven with gold threads. The patterns and colors are quite different from what she had seen before in the Song residence, and have a rather exotic feel.
Shen Sheng's hand was just hanging in the air. A breeze blew by, lifting a corner of the blanket and making the tassels underneath sway left and right. There seemed to be bursts of faint fragrance coming, and Wen Yu's nose moved and she smelled it lightly.
Why did he give himself a blanket? Wen Yu was a little hesitant. Where did these people come from? Why did they seem so... weird?
How could a boss tie someone up and then have his men give him a blanket? Isn't this just a punishment followed by a sweet treat?
Is that what you mean?
"Take it! There's a lot of dew at night, and you'll need it someday." Shen Shengfu extended his hand forward again, his eyes sparkling, and his expression didn't seem fake.
Wen Yu didn't think any more about it. He reached out and took the blanket, quickly wrapped it around his shoulders, and slid down to sit against a corner of the bicycle frame.
She first froze overnight in a pit under the Yuanshui River before returning to the Song residence. Without even a sip of hot tea, she hurried to the Houtu Temple, cast a spell to save people, and dispersed most of her spiritual energy. She battled the scarred man for a long time, exchanging glances and words, only to be captured by him. She was also jolted along on horseback for half a day, leaving her heart pounding and her senses dazed.
Even a person of iron couldn't stand such a way of living, not to mention that she was just made of wood.
She really needed to sit quietly for a while to recover her spiritual power. She had just walked all the way here with Shen Sheng, and she had seen every blade of grass and tree in the forest, not even a stone or a grain of sand.
This place is clearly at the foot of Houchun Mountain.
This is the best. This place is close to the Wutong Ancestral Temple. Although it is some distance away from the master's statue, I can finally get a feel for it.
With the nourishment of her master's divine power, she would surely be able to see through it soon and make her spiritual power flow smoothly without any blockage.
Wen Yu was thinking to himself, his mind completely focused on recovering his spiritual power.
But her silence and the look of deep thought with her eyes downcast gave Shen Sheng a completely different look.
"Madam Wen, are you worried?"
Wen Yu was interrupted by these nonsensical words, so she stopped thinking and turned to look at Shen Sheng.
He was standing awkwardly aside, and when he saw Wen Yu looking at him, he grabbed the back of his head in confusion.
Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh. If she remembered correctly, she was the one who was arrested and "watched", so why did this "aunt" become nervous?
"Don't worry, the boss just looks... well... a little rough." He frowned, as if searching for the right words. "Actually, he's a nice guy."
Looks rough, but is he a nice person?
The first half of the sentence was obvious, Wen Yu had experienced it firsthand, but the second half... Wen Yu tilted her head, and the braid beside her ear moved with it -
This remains to be discussed.
Seeing that Wen Yu remained silent, Shen Sheng seemed eager to prove his point and continued:
"It is true, at least in my opinion."
"Oh?" Wen Yu tightened the blanket in front of her body with both hands, pretending to be incredulous, with a hint of doubt in the corners of her eyes.
"Of course... I can't let him see me giving you this blanket without your permission..."
An unnatural look flashed across Shen Sheng's face, and his cheeks gradually became hot.
If there was a flaw, the boss's only one was that he kept a close eye on the goods he brought in and out. He shouldn't have taken the blanket out, but seeing that Madam Wen was lightly dressed, he figured it wouldn't hurt to lend it to her. He just had to return it to its original place before the boss noticed.
Thinking of this, Shen Sheng relaxed unconsciously. He turned around and fumbled in a bundle below. This time it took less time and he quickly took out the things. He then sat down a little further away from Wen Yu.
Hearing the rustling sound beside his ears, Wen Yu couldn't help but turn his head to look——
It turned out that Shen Sheng had taken out a book from his bag, and at this moment he had opened three or two pages, letting the night wind blow through the pages casually.
Wen Yu pulled at the blanket on her body, and a plan came to her mind -
It’s probably not easy to ask about their origins, but can’t we ask about this blanket as well?
"What's so special about this blanket? In my opinion, it's just a piece of outdated cloth." Wen Yu snorted lightly, looking nonchalant. She lifted a corner of her sleeve and looked at the dark patterns on it in the moonlight.
"This kind of material is no longer popular in the market. Why is your boss so precious about it? And why is he so forbidden to touch it?"
Wen Yu pricked up her ears, listening to the flowing clouds and the sound of the wind, and she couldn't miss any change in Shen Sheng even if he paused for a breath.
"That's not true, my lady. We are a caravan and this is our business."
Shen Sheng's brows were relaxed and his face was calm. He stared intently at the book in his hand while explaining to Wen Yu.
"Some goods were ordered by buyers early in the morning, while others were bought on the way and then sold together when they returned home."
As if he had seen something profound, the aura around him was no longer as smooth as before, and his brows couldn't help but frown.
"After all, they are our bread and butter, so it's understandable that the boss keeps a close eye on these things. It has nothing to do with whether they are fashionable or not, or how expensive they are."
Seeing that the woman was wearing thin clothes and was suffering from the cold, it was not unreasonable for him to lend her the blanket.
"This time we were touring outside and bought a lot of things. We just returned recently." This blanket was one of them.
caravan.
Wen Yu pondered this and was overjoyed. He had never imagined that there was someone in the world more unguarded than Xi Yan.
Compared with Shen Sheng, the reputation of the inkstone colander was really undeserved, so he simply presented the title to Shen Sheng with both hands.
The way he spoke was really leaky and disorganized.
However, when she heard Shen Sheng's tone of voice, expression, and some of his habits, she found that they were not consistent with those of the scarred-faced man.
It seems more like...
Wen Yu's gaze shifted, taking in his slender figure and handsome features, and finally settled on the scroll open in his hands.
He seems more like a scholar like Song Linsheng.
The group that followed Scarface today were all armed with scimitars, but Shen Sheng didn't seem to have a single weapon that would suit him.
"The boss... doesn't speak or act very politely." Shen Sheng lowered his head, and Wen Yu couldn't see his expression clearly. "But if he were to be so particular, we would have been robbed countless times by bandits along the way."
"Then why bother making a living? Everyone, pack up your bags and go home, eat the evening breeze and drink the morning dew."
He shrugged his shoulders up and down as if he had said something funny.
Wen Yu looked at him with curved eyebrows and eyes, holding a book, his whole body immersed in the light moonlight, as if he was in a pavilion or palace woven by moonlight, not at all like he was in the mountains.
Wen Yu didn't know what he was laughing at. After listening to his words, Wen Yu felt more and more confused.
Bandits and pirates?
How could a bandit or pirate talk about himself like that?
Could it be that Shen Sheng...
Couldn't he see that Wen Yu was kidnapped back today by his boss?
No matter how you look at it, they are the same bandits and pirates.
Wen Yu didn't know whether it was possible or not, so she didn't say anything to refute him.
Judging from his behavior, either he and the leader are of the same ilk, and these words are just to scare Wen Yu; or, he is not the core figure of this "caravan" and knows very little about the deeper issues, so what he said is different from what Wen Yu saw.
"A Sheng——"
A male voice came from afar. The voice penetrated the stacked bundles and the staggered bicycle frames and landed steadily in the ears of Wen Yu and Shen Sheng. It was getting closer and closer.
Someone is coming.
Wen Yu shrunk her neck and huddled to the side. She was a "hostage" now, not a "guest," so she naturally had to act like a hostage.
Shen Sheng, who was standing by, naturally heard the man's cry. He quickly stood up, scrambled to close the scroll and hid it behind him, and responded hastily:
"Hey—I'm here."
The man's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and when they landed on the ground, they made a crackling sound along with the falling spring leaves.
"What are you hiding from?" The man said in a deep, relaxed voice, joking with Shen Sheng, "Study your books, no one cares about you. I came here to tell you to go get something to eat."
The man paused and did not move forward. Perhaps he saw Shen Sheng stand up and knew that he had heard what he said, so he simply said something and walked back.
"You don't even light a fire when you study. Be careful not to damage your eyes before you finish your studies." He muttered to Shen Sheng. Although his words were long-winded, one could hear some sincerity in them.
Wen Yu listened to the man's footsteps as he walked away, and even his whispers were heard by Wen Yu.
The caravan is supposed to be full of warriors who purchase goods and arrange for their transport. How could there be a scholar among them?
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